China Town

As I fitted myself under the armpit of a commuter on the way to work this morning, I got to thinking about moving to China. Their culture is one of balance, of yin and yang and miso soup. Not for them the competitive hell of western society and feeling like some awful, lonely, big arsed character from a Richard Curtis film.

For example, did you know that the Chinese character for “crisis” also means “opportunity”? If I reinterpreted my morning according to this theory life would look v. different:

Leaving £100 hard earned cash in the machine while I was thinking about my chow mein lunch = Doing society good by either making someone feel richer / happier or giving a tramp the opportunity to take his friends out on the town

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